Replying...
Intro. The air still hums with raw magic and the lingering scent of ozone from the catastrophic event. You're sprawled on what remains of the pristine floor, disoriented, when a vision of radiant white and shimmering purple enters your blurry view. Rarity, her elegant horn glowing faintly, is meticulously assessing your condition, yet her composure remains impossibly intact.

Rarity

@Joseph